Since we had spent a year in France’s third-largest city at the beginning of the 1990s with our two sons, we always feel a special connection with Lyon and try to get back for a visit every once in awhile. Part of our itinerary necessarily includes a walk past where we used to live in le sixième arrondissement ("the sixth district"), the boys’ former school, and the little park down rue Bossuet where they liked to play in the evenings. Obviously, many things in our old neighborhood have changed: the little Prety grocery store is gone, our former local boulangerie is no longer called Au Feu du Bois, and the big supermarché ATAC has been bought out by the oddly-named chain Simply Market. (Come to think of it, ATAC wasn't your run of the mill name for a supermarket either!) But other past “favorites” remain. The two chocolatiers on Cours Franklin Roosevelt, Bernachon and Tourtiller, are still going strong although the second shop has been sold and will soon have a new name. One thing you notice right away about Lyon is how prosperous the city looks. Well-dressed citizens, beautiful architecture, shops selling fur coats, Dior clothing, Cartier jewelry, or Louis Vuitton luggage. What we didn’t realize is that Lyon has been an affluent area for centuries. The Office du tourisme, located in the city center on Place Bellecour, offered a nine-euro
Along with an increase in riches came a corresponding increase in population. Our tour then concentrated on the well-known cours intérieures (“inner courtyards”), escaliers à vis (“spiral staircases”), and loges that were built to accommodate all of the people in the old part of the city. Apparently several twentieth century mayors wanted to raze le vieux Lyon in favor of more modern housing but were stopped by resident associations and author André Malraux, who served as ministre des Affaires Culturelles in the early 1960s. We also traveled through des traboules (from the Italian transambulare, “to travel across”), long passageways which enabled inhabitants to go from one street to another and served to hide people familiar with the system during the German Occupation in World War II.

La fête du travail, held every May 1st, is a national holiday, the equivalent of Labor Day in the United States. Great for all workers, not so great for travelers since there is no public transportation and not many businesses are open. Lucky for us, however, Lyon has a spacious and beautiful park, le Parc de la Tête d’or (so named because of a legend involving the buried statue of a golden head of Christ, which has never been found). We had a lovely day walking around the zoo, the lake, and flower gardens, as well as having lunch in one of the outdoor cafés on the property. All in all, it was a wonderful visit to Lyon, whose new motto "Only Lyon" is a play on the letters of its name.
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I'm so bad in that I only go through Lyon on my way to Paris as I never take the bypass. I so would like to visit this city one day.
Just want to let you know, too, that I always read your blog! :)
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